day before the last

its the last before the last this evening. i met austin girls and ended being with them the last two nights. weird.

i stayed up all night and went to a brazilian dance club. dope. never seen anything like it. dope. most eclectic mixes i've ever heard. crazy brazilian drum shit mixed with old school french music into rage against the machine into the ramones into james brown with house beats. and the crowd was a fascinating mix. had to wait for the morning metro home at 530 and didnt sleep until 7am. woke at 4pm and was sick. drank a bunch of really strong coffee and everything worked out fine. i really want to be open to everything, but partying and me dont mix so well. i am tired and i wish i would have stayed home and practiced yoga.

missed the train tonight so i am staying at my friend's......the others are watching sarah silverman on the other laptop......

they cant tell im building a fort, and i quite honestly, i forgot until right now. its getting big though, i dont even know what it is yet. that worries me a tad, but then i realize i've never known, so perhaps that will be the case forever. fuck. but i want to understand. the really frustrating thing is that i feel like i am building the fort no matter what i do. therefore, even if i try to quit, i am still building the fort. fuck. everything fits into the fort. what an inescapable bitch.

i cried for the first time in a long time the other night. it was because i love lia so much.

good luck everyone. i hope all your lives work out as conveniently as possible and you may casually accept and ease into the various conditions.

yours
angelo